The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You stand in the hall. The air is thick with smoke and the scent of roasted lamb. It is a feast. The candles are tall, tallow dips, burning low and sputtering. They flicker against the stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows. You are a soldier. You wear your uniform. It is blue. It is stiff. It is yours. Look at the coat. The fabric is wool. It is heavy. It is pale. A shade of grey so light...

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